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Sometimes you find a copy of a book, and you just can't help but wonder what happened.

I know now that characters are portable -- well, more than that, they're real things, that they can breathe and step out of one book and into another, that people can get trapped in a poem as literally as they can a cage. But this particular book, this one was absolutely full of insanity. I didn't even have to read much of it before I realized I was being pulled into it the way I had as a child with Jane Eyre's manuscript.

At least this wasn't an original text.

So. Here I was, in Hogwarts of all places, and here's an entrance examination. At least I'll more or less go unnoticed -- it's a pain to think on your feet and make up excuses as to who you are without interfering with the book's plot.

I was probably going to catch hell from SpecOps for this, but sometimes you have to follow your gut.

( Here goes nothing. )